Picnic!

Nothing makes Labor Day a proper picnic in the park.  The young couple knew this fact of life and acted accordingly by making plans for Prospect Park.  The remnants of the West Indian Street Festival walked about in dazzling costumes showing equal amounts of bright color and naked skin.  Feathers exploded from the headdress like fountains of hyper blue paint.

They got home to their roomy apartment.  The young man relaxed while Amy made sandwiches.  She had lost a bet about where the subway station was located.  She dutifully prepared a pepperoni, salami, and cheese sandwich for the young man and a peanut butter and jelly for herself.  Even better though the salsa she made last night had set in the fridge overnight and was ready to be consumed. 

They feasted in the park while watching a group of volleyball players rally against each other.  The young man worried that the players would accidentally knock over the chicken they were grilling with an errant shot.  The players were fortunate.

"I need a drink sooo badly," she whimpered. 

"Me too.  Let's go."

After the park, they settled back home for a mid-afternoon nap, but not before Al from 2A was able to force a delicious hot link sausage on the young man.